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I worked for a couple of years at the state (mental) hospital in Yankton, South Dakota.

There was a really nutso doctor (yeah - sounds oxymoronic given where this was) who the staff referred to as "happy hour" (both as a play on his name and his goofiness) - the first time I met him was while waiting in line (with two ladies who also worked on the same ward) at the cafeteria.  Someone tapped me on my shoulder and asked me what the difference was between a battleship and a pregnant woman.  WTF - anyway it was this goofy doctor.

I worked the swing shift and one of the duties that rotated (largely on which wards were best staffed that evening) was to drive a van to do errands (pick up clients who had part time jobs, workshops or whatever in town.  And to pick up walkaways - who would leave the grounds without permission - they usually headed for a bar/motel* within walking distance and the  managers would call us and let us know they had someone they suspected as coming from there.  No big deal as they never caused any problem and they were quickly retrieved.

One night I had this duty and got a call about 6 pm to go to the bar since they had someone they thought problematic - except that none of the wards were missing anyone so the front office had no idea what was going on.  But they asked me to check it out anyway.

So I drive over there and there was "happy hour".  So I had to explain to the manager that "no, he wasn't a patient but one of our doctors" and that I really couldn't take him back with me.  The only saving grace was that I had gone to college with the manager (we had shared some good times together) so it wasn't as bad as it could have been telling that to a total stranger. 

There are 8 million stories in the Naked City - this was one of them.  What is yours?

*As an unrelated (but historically interesting) aside, the bar/hotel was located where the tree that was used to hang Jack McCall (the assassin of Wild Bill Hickock)  in 1877 once stood.

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29 minutes ago, MachineCode said:

I think the burning question on everyone's mind is what IS the difference between a battleship and a pregnant woman?

This made no sense (but consider the source) - he said "none since they  were both hard to steer".  Even if he had asked how were they the same it would have made very little sense - and neither could be considered funny (even with my often obtuse sense of humor).  This was probably the least strange of the reported encounters (via the grapevine) - at least of the ones I heard about.   (He worked on different wards than I usually did so IIRC this was the only time I actually talked to him.  I didn't interact with him at the bar - I doubt he even saw me.)

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20 hours ago, Wandering Tellurian said:

I worked for a couple of years at the state (mental) hospital in Yankton, South Dakota.

There was a really nutso doctor (yeah - sounds oxymoronic given where this was) who the staff referred to as "happy hour" (both as a play on his name and his goofiness) - the first time I met him was while waiting in line (with two ladies who also worked on the same ward) at the cafeteria.  Someone tapped me on my shoulder and asked me what the difference was between a battleship and a pregnant woman.  WTF - anyway it was this goofy doctor.

I worked the swing shift and one of the duties that rotated (largely on which wards were best staffed that evening) was to drive a van to do errands (pick up clients who had part time jobs, workshops or whatever in town.  And to pick up walkaways - who would leave the grounds without permission - they usually headed for a bar/motel* within walking distance and the  managers would call us and let us know they had someone they suspected as coming from there.  No big deal as they never caused any problem and they were quickly retrieved.

One night I had this duty and got a call about 6 pm to go to the bar since they had someone they thought problematic - except that none of the wards were missing anyone so the front office had no idea what was going on.  But they asked me to check it out anyway.

So I drive over there and there was "happy hour".  So I had to explain to the manager that "no, he wasn't a patient but one of our doctors" and that I really couldn't take him back with me.  The only saving grace was that I had gone to college with the manager (we had shared some good times together) so it wasn't as bad as it could have been telling that to a total stranger. 

There are 8 million stories in the Naked City - this was one of them.  What is yours?

*As an unrelated (but historically interesting) aside, the bar/hotel was located where the tree that was used to hang Jack McCall (the assassin of Wild Bill Hickock)  in 1877 once stood.

What was the embarrassing aspect? I could see the doctor perhaps being embarrassed about his behavior but it sounds like he didn't give a rat's ass about what he was doing.

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17 minutes ago, Daniel_Doyce said:

What was the embarrassing aspect? I could see the doctor perhaps being embarrassed about his behavior but it sounds like he didn't give a rat's ass about what he was doing.

I was pretty embarrassed to have to say that he was not one of our patients but rather a doctor (who was supposedly a professional who was supposed to treat patients - not emulate them).

 

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When I was in high school I was filming some stuff for class I took some shots of a girl's butt then they played the video for the whole class.

I can only conclude it was a momentary lapse of sanity brought on by hormones and angst.

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Back in culinary school we need to have out chef coats super bright white and clean. One of my roommates soaked his whites in a tote filled with bleach water in the bathroom. One night after way too much drinking I had to puke up the 15 or so beers my 19 year old self foolishly drank and completely mistook the tote with his chef clothes for the toilet and completely let it fly. I was so blackout hammered that i was the last to find out that i did that. Fortunately for me he wad very forgiving being an older guy and said he probably had it coming since he ruined lots of peoples bathrooms and furniture back when he was my are. Still, everyone at the school picked on me for that for the whole year. Never had more than 2 beers the rest of my time there outside of my 21st birthday.

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One of them was when I was a freshman in high school. I remember going outside to find my dad as he was suppose to pick me up. I saw his car (or so I thought) and went straight to it and opened the passenger door. I looked inside and saw the floor carpet and said "Dad why is it so dirty in here" as we always kept all our cars clean and he has dirt leaves and trash everywhere. I look up and saw a complete stranger, a random guy I never met. I choked on my tongue and just said "Oh my gosh so sorry" and just slam the door and ran away absolutely embarrassed. He had the same exact car, color year and everything. xD He never said a word at all btw, probably he was scared as fuck.

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24 minutes ago, Skorp said:

One of them was when I was a freshman in high school. I remember going outside to find my dad as he was suppose to pick me up. I saw his car (or so I thought) and went straight to it and opened the passenger door. I looked inside and saw the floor carpet and said "Dad why is it so dirty in here" as we always kept all our cars clean and he has dirt leaves and trash everywhere. I look up and saw a complete stranger, a random guy I never met. I choked on my tongue and just said "Oh my gosh so sorry" and just slam the door and ran away absolutely embarrassed. He had the same exact car, color year and everything. xD He never said a word at all btw, probably he was scared as fuck.

My sister had bought a brand new Mustang in 1966.  They had few colors available and she had a dark blue shop one with a powder blue interior - probably the most common colors.  Once I got my license I would use it sometimes and whilst out and about one day I stopped to have lunch.   When I came out I went to the car, opened the door and got in.  After I put the key in the ignition I looked around and noticed some things in the car that didn't belong there.  It was another Mustang - same color and the key patterns were the same (it was not unusual for car manufacturers to use relatively few key patterns on new vehicles.   So I got our, relocked it and went to the right car. 

That also happened to me (on the other end) - I was parked at the grocery store while Mrs. Tabonga was doing some shopping.   It was a nice day so the windows were down and the doors unlocked.  This woman gets in and looks at me and realises she doesn't know me.  She looked kinda sheepish and said she was sorry - I said it really didn't matter since no harm was done.

 

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Man you guys never got caught whackin off by your female roommate or buying porno mags from a cute cashier as an underaged kid or sharting yourself before a presentation or even getting caught in a ridiculous lie by someone you look up to or stuff like that?

I have lots of embarrassing stories from being drunk but I don't even count those

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On 2/16/2020 at 6:43 PM, Skorp said:

One of them was when I was a freshman in high school. I remember going outside to find my dad as he was suppose to pick me up. I saw his car (or so I thought) and went straight to it and opened the passenger door. I looked inside and saw the floor carpet and said "Dad why is it so dirty in here" as we always kept all our cars clean and he has dirt leaves and trash everywhere. I look up and saw a complete stranger, a random guy I never met. I choked on my tongue and just said "Oh my gosh so sorry" and just slam the door and ran away absolutely embarrassed. He had the same exact car, color year and everything. xD He never said a word at all btw, probably he was scared as fuck.

I did that in grade school. To be fair, it was during a bad dust storm so everything was confusion, and the truck looked EXACTLY like my aunt's truck, down to the missing tailgate. Fortunately, the driver was understanding.

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Oh boy...my English teacher tried out an idea of using code numbers instead of our names to identify our papers...and said not to use numbers like 69, 420, and 666.  OMG, I stupidly asked her in front of the whole class what was wrong with the year we first walked on the moon!! 😞   And I didn't know what 420 meant at the time either.  I felt like such an idiot!!!

I might want to point out this was in 11th grade and I was at or close to 18 at the time (1998) 😞  If that's not an embarrassing/laughing stock sort of thing I don't know what is...

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2 minutes ago, Estil said:

Oh boy...my English teacher tried out an idea of using code numbers instead of our names to identify our papers...and said not to use numbers like 69, 420, and 666.  OMG, I stupidly asked her in front of the whole class what was wrong with the year we first walked on the moon!! 😞   And I didn't know what 420 meant at the time either.  I felt like such an idiot!!!

I might want to point out this was in 11th grade and I was at or close to 18 at the time (1998) 😞  If that's not an embarrassing/laughing stock sort of thing I don't know what is...

If it is of any consolation, even at my advanced age I still feel like an idiot on occasion.

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